Celebrations of Yule
Happy Yule
Hearth in my heart
Lights the Yule night
In my cavern of memory
Winter's arrived
Friendships revive
In this season of reverie
Shadow and Light
Converse on Yule night
In this circle of love's jubilee
An evergreen hug
Joins below and above
In this circle of Yule's mystery.
Thank you.
Gorgeous.
Thank you!
95: Happy Is a Feeling with Space Around It
12/28/24
Hearth that holds the home’s heart, filled with tall
candlesticks, candles lit as an easier fire,
a cavern of light in the moody blue and polished
walnut of a living room in a vision board. This
winter, which brings surprising thunder and
lightning, also may bring armloads of poetry.
The season makes magic with cozy spells, sliced
citrus and ginger-scented apples, the words
are shadows of tree branches arranged on
snow-fields of pages. We make a spell for a
circle to encircle the tribe, open to the forgotten
and lost, open to wealth found in the giving.
We are evergreen to the core. Our needles drench
our roots in fog, our large limbs become
the yule log.
Happy Yule
Hearth in my heart
Lights the Yule night
In my cavern of memory
Winter's arrived
Friendships revive
In this season of reverie
Shadow and Light
Converse on Yule night
In this circle of love's jubilee
An evergreen hug
Joins below and above
In this circle of Yule's mystery.
Thank you.
Gorgeous.
Thank you!
95: Happy Is a Feeling with Space Around It
12/28/24
Hearth that holds the home’s heart, filled with tall
candlesticks, candles lit as an easier fire,
a cavern of light in the moody blue and polished
walnut of a living room in a vision board. This
winter, which brings surprising thunder and
lightning, also may bring armloads of poetry.
The season makes magic with cozy spells, sliced
citrus and ginger-scented apples, the words
are shadows of tree branches arranged on
snow-fields of pages. We make a spell for a
circle to encircle the tribe, open to the forgotten
and lost, open to wealth found in the giving.
We are evergreen to the core. Our needles drench
our roots in fog, our large limbs become
the yule log.